The morning came and as
Nick stretched his lithe body his morning wood standing tall as it also
stretched greeting a new day, the covers slipped down. Getting the first
morning breezed Nick chilled and snuggled up against Ty spooning him and
drawing the covers back up over their shoulders he felt the warmth generated by
his love filling the momentarily chilled space under the covers. Nick snuck one
arm under the pillow and placed his other over Ty, drawing his body firmly
against his, he breathed in Ty's scent. His hardness expressed its appreciation
for it as it throbbed a couple of times in its favorite home. Nick rolled his
hips once savoring the feel. He just lay still enjoying the moment. Nick
stretched forward and sucked the bottom of Ty's earlobe into his lips and using
his teeth, gently nibbled the soft skin of it.

"Not now
Camille," Ty mumbled and Nick giggled his boy giggle as he started kissing
Ty's neck.

"'Morning Ty.
We need to get up and get moving. Remember, Jean Claude wants us down there early
this morning."

"Hmmm," Ty
murmured. "Ya, I remember. Can't we just stay here all day? I'm not
looking forward to this."

Nick moved away and rolled
Ty onto his back and scooted over on top of him, matching his wood against
Ty's. He rolled his hips against Ty's as his eyes met Ty's. Nick drank in the
smiling sparkle of the beautiful boy's eyes. He placed the tip of his nose
against Ty's and rolled his hips against his again. "Why not?" Nick
whispered kissing him gently on his full lips.

Ty reached for his round
mounds and pulled him tighter against him as he rolled his slightly against
Nick's weight. What if I can't do whatever Jean Claude has in mind. Pa will be
disappointed."

Nick pulled his smiling
face back and focused on Ty's. "Don't be silly. This is just to see what
you can do when you stretch your abilities. Some things you'll do well and some
things you won't like as much. There's no expectation from pa Ty." He
ground against him again and started in on his neck once more. Ty squirmed under
the weight of his muscular body and his administrations.

"But what if I'm crap
at 'all' of it? What if I can't do anything but stupid prison pencil drawings?
Pa has spent a lot of money on this Jean Claude guy to come here. I don't want
to disappoint him Nick." Ty said breathlessly as he ground back some more
and tilted his head towards Nicks nibbles on his neck to try and escape the
tickles.

Nick pulled his face back
nose to nose again before whispering, "You won't, now shut up." Ty
started to speak again but was silenced as Nick kissed his lips before the
words could be formed. Whatever Ty was about to say was forgotten as one's
tongue danced with the other and they rolled over bringing Ty on top their
frotting dance taking on a new and purposeful rhythm. Grinding against each
other, their cocks seemingly catching on fire between them brought their
passion into full bloom and their love making began to bring whimpers as each
pumped tightly against the other in an increasingly erotic flavor. Ty slipped
his arms under Nicks shoulders and he reveled at the firmness in his arms as
their skin touched skin and their light sweat began to smooth their movements,
one against the other.

Their whimpers increased
with each alternating thrust as their synchronized orgasms began to rise in
their balls. Each reading the movements of the other, they pulled the other
tighter against themselves. Ty, pulling his chest against Nick's and Nick,
pulling Ty's warm, now solidly hard olive skinned buns almost painfully into
him, cried out in a thick almost animalistic cry that triggered Ty to do the
same. Ty pumped three long blasts between them matching the hot cum that Nick
was enthusiastically donating. They collapsed one against the other, heads
reeling from the force of their release. They lay there, taking in the feel of
the gooey warmth that joined them as one, both breathing as if they had just
surfaced from the lake of love they were submerged in for so long. Ty lifted
his head briefly and looked Nick in the eyes. Turning his head slightly he
whispered, "I love you Nick." And he kissed him lightly on the lips
before laying his cheek against Nick's. Nick's arms moved from Ty's buns to his
back as he hugged him tightly and he marveled at the boy who came to him only
months before, and changed his world from one of loneliness to one rich in love
and happiness. He just held him, taking in the smell of love between them until
a knock came at the door.

"Ya, it's open! Nick
said as Ty lifted his head to look in his eyes once more knowing the moment was
about to be over. The door opened and the beautiful scantily clad Dominique
stepped in smiling.

In his delicious thick
accent he said smiling, "Hello, I am to say the breakfast will be ready
soon and then we are to attend the studio for Jean Claude. You will please
come?" Breathing in deeply he stepped over to the desk, "You have
made the sex together? It smells of a beautiful morning in here."

Ty's eyes locked on Nick's
gaze a moment before Nick looked at Dominique. "I think we could do it
once more, but I think we would be late for breakfast if we do." He said
as Ty giggled a boy giggle and nuzzled his face into Nick's neck.

"No, you
misunderstand," he said lifting the covers off of them seeing ty's
beautiful mounds dimple as he pushed down against Nick as the cover was
removed. "I want to see your beautiful bodies and the love you have
shared."

Blushing crimson at the
thought, both boys felt a regeneration in their staffs bringing them back to
full hardness and stretching through their puddle of love almost instantly. The
thought that this beautiful boy wanted to see their hard, yet spent, lovemaking
bodies covered in the mixture of their passion was almost intoxicating to them
as their eyes met for a moment and Ty lifted himself from Nick and rolled onto
his left hip drawing a trail of love across Nick's belly as he did. He left his
leg draped over Nick's as he laid his head on his shoulder and placed a loving
hand on his chest. Dominique smiled seeing the hardness of their bodies and the
mess of their love-making that pooled in the center trough of Nick's softly rippled
muscular tummy.

Dominique smiled a big
toothy grin, "You look so beautiful together. And I was so . . . (his gaze
drifted off looking for the word) kurious? Wanting to know? Is this the right
word for this?"

"You mean
curious?" Nick said smiling.

"Ah, yez, kurios about
how you both looked, and Ty I have yet to see al' natural! He is also most
beautiful. He said more to Nick, "Now, we shall go for breakfast?"

"You go ahead
Dominique; we'll be down as soon as we get a quick shower."

Smiling Dominique turned
for the door. Looking over his shoulder, he smirked looking at the aroused
state of their bodies. "I am zinking maybe the shower vill not be zo
quickly done." He stepped through the door and disappeared down the steps.

Ty looked at Nick grinning,
"perhapza vee needz a long shower wiz lotz of zee zoap? No?" giggling
Nick rolled himself out of bed and taking his hand, headed for their bathroom,
their boy pointers wagging the way ahead.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good Morning
boys," Ms Sharon said smiling as she delivered an omelet on Oggie's plate.
The other boys were finishing their breakfasts and Dominique was grinning as
his glance drifted to Ty's package and then over to Nicks before his eyes went
up to their blushing faces. "Have a seat, what kind of omelets would you
like?"

Ty looked at Nick, asking
the unasked question; Nick caught on and said, "Why don't you try a ham and
cheese? You can try some of my mushroom Swiss. Then we can both have a taste of
each others."

"That sounds great,
could I have a ham'n cheese one please?"

"Sure," she said
mixing the eggs in a bowl with a little milk before splitting the contents into
two pans. The crackling of the eggs dancing on the hot pan filled the room as
Nick poured them both a glass of orange juice and started slathering toast with
butter and placing two slices on each of their bread plates. Ms Sharon scooped
potatoes onto both plates and sprinkled the ingredients asked for into their
respective places on top of the crackling eggs in the pan and folded them over
before sliding the mammoth omelets on beside the potatoes. She placed a slice
of cheese on top of both. American on Ty's and Swiss on Nick's. Sliding the
plates in front of the boys, she turned and grabbed a bowl of salsa out of the
refrigerator and placed it in front of Ty. He eyed it suspiciously. Seeing his
queried gaze she said, "It's fresh salsa. I made it mild but it is a bit
spicy. I didn't know if you liked it or not. Just try a little bit on a bite of
omelet and see if you like it."

Hesitantly, Ty cut a piece
of omelet off and carefully spooned some salsa on top before lifting the fork
to his mouth. He chewed a little bit before smiling and setting the fork down,
spooned a little across the top of his omelet. Seeing his smile, Nick followed
suit, cutting a piece off and spooning a bit of the salsa onto his omelet bite.
He lifted it to his now salivating mouth and began to chew. He chewed for a
moment before his eyes got large and he swallowed rapidly fanning his mouth
with one hand and grabbing his glass of orange juice with the other he chugged
the orange juice and reached for Ty's doing the same. Ty grinned and continued
eating in between grins. The table was filled with laughter as Nick sat back
down sucking in air to cool his on fire mouth. Ty lifted the bowl and turned to
Nick proffering the salsa laden spoon tentatively towards his plate grinning.
Nick grabbed his plate and held it off to the side protectively like,
"What the hell are you thinking?" Ty retreated and spooned a little
more onto his potatoes. Nick just watched like Ty had lost his mind.

"This is delicious Ms
Sharon," Ty said shoving his fork into a couple potatoes and delighting in
the explosion of flavor as he chewed. Nick quietly continued eating trying to
mask the flavor of the painful burning in his mouth. He paused and glanced at
Ty before pouring them both a fresh glass.

"Why isn't your mouth
on fire?" Nick finally asked watching Ty place a few more potatoes in his
mouth.

Shrugging, Ty smiled,
"It must be the Hispanic genes in me I guess. This isn't even hot by my
dad's standards. He used to make nachos with cheese and jalapeņos all over the
top. Man, I forgot all about those. I guess I missed them." He beamed
smiling.

"Man, I don't know how
you can do that. I just had a little bit and I thought my mouth was on
fire."

"It just takes a
little getting used to." Ty said taking Nick's hand he leaned over to
steal a kiss. Instinctively Nick leaned in and their lips met. Ty snaked his
salsa-covered tongue into Nick's mouth before he realized what Ty had done.
Jumping up from his seat, he grabbed the orange juice and downed it again as
the table roared with laughter knowing what Ty had just done.

Cory grinned, "Well
Ty, you know what they say, 'When you're hot, you're hot!'" And the table
erupted again as Nick scowled and continued to fan his mouth. Ty just smiled at
him and grinned as he leaned in for another kiss.

Nick pulled back, "Oh
no you don't! Fool me once, shame on you! Fool me twice, shame on me! Just
remember that I owe you one. And unlike your salsa kiss, revenge is best served
cold!"

Troy leaned over and placed
a hand on Ty's shoulder, "Ty? How do you feel about . . . Bugs?" And
the table broke up laughing once more. Dominique and Jean Claude looked
puzzled, as Troy looked over at them, "I'll explain it to you on the way
down to the bunk house."

"Speaking of
that," Jean Claude said getting up from the table, "It's time for us
to go, if you boys are done?"

"Yes sir," Ty and
Nick said getting up. Nick smiling and Ty dread showing on his face. The other
boys placed their dishes in the sink and headed out the door.

Jean Claude noticed and
placed a hand on his shoulder stopping him from following the others. "You
are upset. Why?"

Ty just took a breath,
glancing at Oggie only briefly, his eyes went to the floor. "What if I
can't do it?"

Smiling, Jean Claude gave
his shoulder a little squeeze. "Ty," he said lifting his chin to meet
his gaze. "Ty, if you can't then we try other things. The goal here is not
to produce a marketable product, but to see if we can stimulate your
imagination and to let you sample other ways to express your talents. There is
no pass or fail, no wrong or right, no good or bad. Don't worry about such
things. Embrace the new ideas as an adventure into your artistic abilities. I
promise you this. When we are done, you will be an even better artist than you
are today, if for no other reason than you have been shown new and different
ways to express what's in your heart, your mind and your artistic eye. You have
everything to gain and nothing to lose." Ty glanced over at Oggie before
responding.

"I'll try my best then.
Thanks." But his face did not reflect that he thought any differently than
before they spoke. Jean Claude squeezed his shoulder and gave him a
half-hearted hug as they turned and went out the door.

Oggie turned to Nick,
"Know what that's all about?"

"Ty worry, Pa. You
know how he is. He's afraid he'll disappoint ya and feels bad because he knows
it's costin' a lot of money for Jean Claude to be here."

Oggie thought for a moment.
"You really think so?"

"Know so. He told me
when I asked him after we woke up and I told him we had to get a move on
because we had to go to Jean Claude's studio early this morning. He got that
same look and he told me when I asked why."

"Did ya tell him . .
.?"

"Ya I told him."
Nick said cutting him off. "You know how he is. He wants to be perfect for
you. It's like he doesn't have anything but on and off, perfect or garbage;
nothing in between."

Oggie thought for a moment
or two before getting up and heading for the door. "You going down to talk
with him?" Nick asked.

"Ya, I don't want it
to fester and get in the way of his art."

"What are ya gonna
say?"

Oggies eyes shifted off to
a vacant stare for a moment before speaking, "I have no clues. I think
I'll just play it by ear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"OK, now place the
chair over there in the sun and drape this white sheet over it. Hurry now, I
don't want Ty to get bored or it might affect his creative vision."

"Mr. Jean Claude, what
do you want the rest of us to do?" Troy asked hesitantly hoping for an
early dismissal so he could spend the remaining time with Dominque.

"Strip! All of you,
and place your clothes neatly out of sight, perhaps behind the door over there
where they can't be seen by someone coming out."

Troy smiled as Cory and
Michael eagerly complied, their smiles indicating their pleasure. Dominique was
already Al Natural and straightening the sheet over the chair where the breeze
had lifted it exposing a leg of the chair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey son, how's it
going?"

"Don't know yet. He's
still getting things ready."

"Ready for what?"

"I wish I knew."

"You look
worried."

"Nah, not really
worried. It's just . . ." He went silent for a moment as he looked at the
floor. Oggie placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Ty, it's all just to
stretch your horizons. You know, to show you things you may not have thought
of, to experience new ideas. There isn't any good or bad of it. There's no
grade, no expectations. This is supposed to be fun. Some things you will like
and some you will look at and think, 'This is total crap!' But whatever you get
from this, is just for you. Not for me or Nick or anyone else. This is just so
you can see new ways to work your gift. You don't have to do any of it if you
are uncomfortable."

"It's just that, . .
.well, I don't want to disappoint you, I mean, you've spent a lot of money for
this guy to come up here and what if I'm only good for prison tat pencil
drawings."

"Then son, you'll
know. But I don't think that will be the case. I mean look at the drawings you
did of the building for Sharon's gallery. They're spectacular son. And frankly
I don't care if you are any good at anything else. I'm already so proud of you
that I could just burst. Come here." Oggie wrapped his arms around Ty
firmly, "Ty, I didn't make you my son because you might be a great artist.
I did it because I love you and think I can maybe be the dad you never had. I
want for you to have every opportunity that you 'should' have had son." He
knelt down on one knee to look him in the eyes.

"Son, there is no
disappointment possible. Just have fun with this; all of it. It's a great
opportunity and I promise, I'll be proud of you no matter what comes out of
it." He paused to lift his chin and to gaze at the glistening eyes before
him. "You're my son. You've already made me proud. Don't you worry about
ever disappointing me. Part of being a dad is unconditional acceptance. You're
my son now; all of you, the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. And
right now, I'm feeling like the luckiest dad on the planet. So no more tears,
eh?"

Ty threw his arms around
Oggie as the tears flowed down his face. Oggie pulled him tighter to him in an
almost bone crushing hug. He placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled
his cheek against his own rocking him, swaying back and forth, as a father
would a child who had skinned a knee. Shushing him, consoling him, telling him
everything was all right now. Ty just sobbed. Years of fear and heartache
rolled down his cheeks. Oggie pulled him back and gazed lovingly into his eyes
lovingly. "Dry up now, you've got fun to have. Ty . . . today, you're a
new boy. Be who you want to be. Nick and I will be here for you no matter
what."

Ty dried his eyes with his
shirtsleeve as Jean Claude entered. He looked at them and saw the redness in
his eyes. "Has something happened?"

Oggie looked down at Ty and
started to answer, no but was interrupted by Ty, "Yes. I've left an old
world behind. I'm ready now Mr Jean Claude." His smile beamed as he looked
between Oggie and Mr Jean Claude.

"Wonderful news Ty,
then we are also ready for you out back. Now what I want you to do is this . .
."

Oggie interrupted,
"I'll leave you guys to do your art thing then." And giving Ty a
little squeeze on the shoulder, he turned for the door.

"Now, as I was saying,
I have placed the boys in a pose. I want you to fill in the missing figure. He
is the God of sunlight." Ty looked at him questioningly.

"The God of Sunlight?
How do I know what he looks like?"

"You'll know, just
draw him as you see him." And he placed a hand in the center of his back
and ushered him towards the door. The door opened and there, Ty saw a pedestal
of white. At its base on the left was Dominique laying on his side looking up
at the missing figure, behind him was Troy sitting propped up on his left hand
with a hand on Dominique's hip, his legs bent and slightly off to the right.
Like Dominique, his gaze was also fixed on the missing figure.

To the right, Cory was on
his right side propped up on a hand and reaching for the hand of the missing
figure with Michael spooned against him from the waist down, and kissing Cory's
right nipple. All eyes were on the missing figure save that of Michael whose
obvious attention was not on the missing god.

The backdrop was of the
ivy-covered wall of the bunkhouse. It gave Ty a feeling that he was looking at
a statue in some great Greek garden. He studied it for a moment as an easel was
placed in front of him. Ty took on the vacant stare indicative of the artistic
trance he was known for when he stepped into the other world.

The boys fidgeted as their
boredom set in, Michael grinned and lapped at the nipple before him causing
Cory to start to giggle and to squirm back into Cory's now positively rock hard
love trident. Of course, with Troy and Dominique watching the spectacle out of
the corner of their eyes but trying to maintain the pose began to grow in areas
once flaccid. Ty glanced over at the gaggle of boys that had fallen into an
undulating and embracing pile of boy lust. Ty quickly adjusted himself and
flipped a page over and franticly started sketching outlines as Jean Claude
clapped his hands yelling, "Boys! Resume your positions, PLEASE!"

Ty spoke up, "No,
really, Mr Jean Claude, let them go. I have it already. They don't need to stay
like that. I only need a few minutes and I sorta have it locked in my head.
Besides, that's kinda hot looking." The boys started giggling and
continued their impromptu boygie.

"May I see?" Jean
Claude asked stepping over to see that Ty had flipped the page. "May I see
the first?" Ty nodded flipping the first page back. Though unfinished,
Jean Claude marveled at the detail and the figure that was forming as the
missing God. "Wonderful! You should finish it while it is fresh in your
mind."

"I don't need to. I
could put it away and pick it up in a week and it would turn out exactly the
same. Once I lock the image into my mind, it's just there."

"Even the god you have
created without seeing it?"

"Ya, I think so. I
know what he looks like in my mind so he is just, there. I don't know how to
explain it. It's like he became real and part of the picture once I figured out
what he looked like."

A marvelous gift my boy,
marvelous indeed. I'll let the boys go then so you can finish undistracted. You
work as long as you want to and don't feel rushed. If you need to take a break,
then just do. Work at your own pace."

Ty smiled and continued
working on the first picture knowing that, that was the one Jean Claude was
really interested, in seeing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nick had finished cleaning
up from breakfast a little disturbed that Jean Claude had asked him not to
attend. He felt that Ty would be too focused on Nick to let his mind wander
into the land of creativity. But he was probably right, Nick thought. After all,
Ty was all Nick thought about while cleaning up. He grabbed the cup of coffee
he had been nursing. He had developed a taste for it during the fires. There
was always a supply of it on hand an although it wasn't usually his first
choice of drinks, sometimes he just wanted a cup.

He sat on the porch and
watched as the boys started to emerge from their makeshift studio behind the
bunkhouse. Both sets of boys hand in hand with a bundle of clothing neatly
tucked under their other arm. He took in their naked forms and just a tinge of
jealousy rose in his heart. He would have liked to have had the chance to see
them all posed together. He didn't know they would be naked. He watched as they
paused to exchange slight kisses. Troy kissed Dominique and then moved his head
to his shoulder. He noticed Dominique consoling him as it struck Nick, that
Troy may have found something more than sex in Dominique. Dominique's hand
moved to his back and he held him to him. It was apparent that Troy was crying.
Oggie came out seeing Nick sitting on the porch. He joined him.

"What's up?"

"Nothin' Pa. Just
finished the kitchen. Waiting for them to finish down at the bunk house."

"Looks like they are
breaking up now."

"How'd it go with Ty
pa?"

"I think it went well.
We haven't really had time to be alone with the idea of being father and son
with all the stuff going on and all the people here. I think it just came home
to roost for him son. I think it'll take some time for it to fully sink
in."

Nick glanced up at Troy and
Dominique, "Pa, what do you think about asking if Troy can stay till Dominique
and Jean Claude go back."

"You sure you want
that son? He's been a source of confusion for you guys ever since he got
here."

"I think he found
something he never had in Dominique. I think maybe he needs to understand what
it is. See, it's all just sex for him. I don't think he's ever had love with
it."

"For some people son,
that's just how it is. Sex is sex. Love is love. For some people, the two stay
unrelated. For others, there isn't a separation, love and sex are the
same."

"How is it for you
Pa?"

"For me, they are
separate. And together. With your ma, there was no one else. We loved each
other with or without sex. And although I saw a lot of pretty women that got my
blood movin'. I never wanted to share the sex with anyone but your mom. It's
like when we were together, there was a magic that made us complete."

"Can I ask you a
question Pa?"

"Always son."

"Ms Sharon, Does she
complete you the same way Mom did?"

Oggie thought for a moment,
his eyes welling a little as he thought. "Yes and no. Not the same son.
Nobody could replace your mom. But she does in a different way. Our love
doesn't diminish the love I have for your mom. But Sharon brings a goodness and
sunshine to a place that has been dark for too long. She understands that she's
not a replacement. And she understands that there will always be part of my
heart that will never be hers. And she's ok with that. But we're really good
for each other in a different way than it was for me and your mom. We bring out
the best in each other. We're comfortable with each other. And we're happier
when the other is near. Remember when we talked about true love and how your
understanding changes as you get older?"

"Ya Pa, I
remember."

Well when you get older,
you start looking at things like growing old alone. You and Ty will grow up and
leave to build your own lives together. That's as it should be. Sharon and I
will keep each other company when that happens. It won't keep us from missing
you, but we won't wallow in it."

Nick scooted close to his
dad and took his arm in his hands and laid his head on his shoulder. "No
Pa, we'll always be around. I promise."

"Woe son. Where did
you get the idea that I wanted you guys to hang out with 'me' the rest of your
lives. I plan to take some vacations, do some things you can't do with a couple
kids hanging around your neck. Sure I'll miss you. But I'll get over it."

"So we're a
burden?" Nick sat up looking Oggie in the eye.

"Ya, and a great one
too. I'll be happy to be burdened with you both for a lot of years to come.
Don't hurry son. Stay a kid as long as you can. Don't worry, when you get to be
too much I'll give you both the boot." Oggie said laughing and grabbing a
fist full of boy belly getting laughter from Nick. "Right now, I think
I'll go have a talk with Chuck." Oggie said getting up. "Why don't
you go see what your brother is doing."

Nick grinned, He had never
had a brother to be concerned with. He grinned, "Incest is best!" He
said laughing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hi Karen, got a
minute?"

"Sure Oggie, what's
up?"

"I just wanted to
thank you for all you've done for Ty. It's really changing his life for the
better."

"No need to thank me
Oggie, the boys got talent oozing from his fingertips. I'm the one that should
be thanking you!"

"So are you guys
almost ready for the long voyage home? This thing's like a huge boat." He
said looking around.

"Ya, just a bit more
to stow and she'll be ready to cruise down the road. Believe me, it's great to
have the comfort on those long trips. I can work, sleep, watch a movie, have a
snack. Whatever I want almost is available. I've even got internet access
almost the entire way. There were just a few dead spots on the way up. But hey,
you can't have it all right?"

"Oh, I don't know. I
think I've got it all right now."

Karen smiled, "You
know Oggie, I think you do." She smiled a smile of understanding.

"You'll keep me posted
on Van Gordon won't you?"

"Of course. I'll call
and check on things as soon as I get back."

"Is Chuck
around?"

"Sure," She
turned her head calling towards the back of the motor home. "Chuck, You
got a minute? Oggie wants a word."

Chuck appeared wiping his
hands with a towel. "Hi Mr. Castle, what can I do for you?"

"It's Oggie Chuck, and
well I was wondering if Troy really needed to go back right away. Seems he's
found a boyfriend in Dominique. I mean, he hasn't said anything, it's just
something that Nick noticed. He thought it would be a shame for him to miss
this opportunity to be with boys with like minds."

"Well, I wouldn't want
him to be a problem. They didn't get off to the best start I guess."

Boys are a bit like water
sometimes Chuck, they tend to find level given enough time to settle. I think
he's fitting in rather well. He's more than welcome to stay as long as the
other boys, if that's alright with you and of course, with him."

Chuck smiled, "I'll
need to talk to him first, but sure, I think that would be great. He hasn't had
many friends to hang out with. Friends, that are, you know like your
boys."

"Ya, Chuck. I know
what you mean. Gay kids have a real hard time in civilization sometimes. Out
here it's easy to set the expected standards. It's easier to let them be them
when you're isolated. I dare say that letting them parade around in the nude
wouldn't go as easily in the big city." Oggie smiled.

"Ya, he does seem to
like that part doesn't he."

"I think they all
do," Karen chimed in. "It must be a boy thing. Cory and Michael
haven't had a stitch on except for meals since Jean Claude and Dominique showed
up." Most kids would be too embarrassed to parade around in front of their
mom in their birthday suits.

"Well you have an
artistic family. Perhaps he sees the art in the beauty of the body." Oggie
said grinning a blushing smile.

"Perhaps he's just too
horny to notice his mother sitting there noticing his excitement." She
grinned. The door opened and In stepped Troy with his clothes in his arms.

"Speak of the devil
and his imp will appear!" Oggie said smiling as Troy looked up trying to
figure out what was going on with Oggie in the motor home.

Chuck noticed his red eyes,
"Hey chief, looks like you're ready for the road. Got a minute?"
Chuck stepped past him and opened the door back outside. "Mind stepping
into my office for a minute?" Troy turned and followed, clothes still in
his arms. Oggie and Karen watched out the window as Chuck talked to Troy. They
watched as Troy became animated and suddenly threw his arms up in the air
showering them both in clothing as he wrapped his arms around his brother and
hugged him.

"I think he likes the
idea." Karen said impishly.

"You think?"
Oggie said smiling.

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"What do you think I
should wear Nic? I mean, what do you wear to an Indian naming party?"

"I don't have a clue
Ty. But they don't dress up formal for anything. You should probably just wear
comfortable stuff; jeans and boots or something."

Ty was quiet as he just got
dressed. Nick could see that he was deep in thought over something. He wanted
to ask, but thought he would just give him some time to sort through things on
his own.

"Nick?" Ty asked
pausing. Nick didn't respond, but just looked at him waiting. "Why do you
think they want to do this?"

"I never really
thought about it Ty. I guess it means they like you. I don't know."

"Well they like a lot
of people, I mean, they gave you a new name already right?"

"Nope. I didn't even
know they did this sort of thing. I always thought you were born and Indian or
you weren't."

"Wait, you mean they
have known and loved you all this time and haven't offered to give you a name
and stuff?

"Nope, I think it's
kinda cool too."

They said that we will
become part of their tribe. I mean, I'm honored and all that, but why me?
You've done more for them than I have. You were here during the fires and
stuff."

"I think that's
something you should ask grandfather about. Knowing how they are Ty, I bet it's
something spiritual. Something inside you, not something you did or can do.
They see things differently than what you or I call normal. But whatever it is,
you can bet it's not run of the mill. This isn't something you can ask for.
It's something that must be given. It changes the bloodline of their entire
tribe."

Ty paused for a moment transferring
his belt from one pair of pants to the other. "There goes the
neighborhood." Ty mumbled focused on getting his buck knife in the right
place before stepping into them and pulling them up.

"What's that supposed
to mean?"

"Think about it. They
aren't just adding Mexican to the mix but you white guys too!"

Nick looked at him
seriously for a minute before bursting into a smile and giving Ty a playful
shove.

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"Dominique!" Troy
said sitting on top of Dominique with his hands placed on his shoulders just
taking in the pools of his, now more blue than slate eyes. He smiled again,
"Dominique!" He rolled his hips driving his perineum across his uncut
rock hard thickness. Dominique grabbed his buns as he leaned forward getting
almost nose to nose. "I love the sound of your name. Just the way it rolls
off the lips rocks me up. And your voice! Man, your voice could make me cum
without touching it." Troy leaned in to kiss him and found his lips warm
and inviting. Their tongues snuck past each other's and danced, tip to tip
before breaking.

"And you are unlike
any boy I have ever been with." His accent thick, like his engorged staff.
He looked into Troy's eyes, "You are beautiful. But I must guard my heart,
as you must. Our time here will not be long enough I fear. I think I will have
great difficulty leaving this place now."

"Then can we, like
maybe be boyfriends until you have to go?" Dominique's response was
nonverbal as he leaned up and kissed Troy and rolled him onto his back, rubbing
his flaming staff of boy-love hard against Troy's. Troy rocked back and wrapped
his legs around his boy-mounds pulling him harder against him. Dominique found
his neck and sucked and kissed as his thumbs found Troy's nipples and he rubbed
them. Troy's breathing went into overdrive as his fire built up slowly but
filling his loins with a pending explosion. Dominique was also close as he
stopped and lifted his eyes to meet Troy's. Troy looked at him with a mixture
of panic and desperation and Dominique dove back in with ferocity sucking,
rubbing and rolling his hips and as he began to cum, he slipped his arms under
Troy's back and pulled him in tightly as he rolled his hips tightly against
Troy's hard pubic mound. Troy felt his scalding seed spread and it triggered
the waves of uncontrollable eruption in a battle of lust as Troy's heels dug
into Dominique's ass and his fingers dug into his olive skinned back. When they
were spent, Dominique's arched back relaxed and he fell hard against his lover,
breathing heavy as they felt their issues fluidly move between their gasping
stomachs.

Dominique recovered first
and lifted up slightly to look Troy in the eyes. He brushed the tip of his
olive skinned nose against Troy's momentarily as he turned his head slightly
and pressed his lips to Troy's. Troy wrapped his arms around his neck and just
beamed his smile at Dominique, "I have never felt anything like this in my
life!" Leaning up he kissed him again. "Let's go in for a swim and
clean up." They got up and walked hand in hand into the lake, each
sweeping away the evidence of their lovemaking. Troy being shorter wrapped his
legs around Dominique and his arms around his neck, feeling his piece rise to
help him stay in place. Maybe when they go to the naming ceremony we can stay
and then we can try something a little . . . more . . . filling," he said
reaching back with one hand and rubbing the head of Dominique's turgid staff
against his opening. Dominique smiled and his eyes twinkled as his staff throbbed
in his hand.

"I think this will be
most enjoyable." And Dominique pulled him against his chest and rested one
hand under his bottom pressing his boyhood against the love groove he held
against him. Troy closed his eyes and reveled in just being held.

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Oggie pulled into the
settlement and was motioned to park near the group of other trucks, tractors
and vehicles of all kinds. Ty was glued to the window. It was different than
other small towns but he wasn't quite sure in what way. Something was
different. He got out breathing in deeply, taking in the smell of the smoke and
the sage and another smell he was completely familiar with. It was a city
smell. In fact he could remember his father's house smelling of it.

A large fire was built in
what appeared to be a large park and a crowd of people clumped together in
their small groups as people tend to do when they are familiar with most
everyone there. They were dressed in everything from plain comfortable blue
jeans to western style shirts. The ones with the long sleeves that button up.
Many wore baseball caps but most everyone had very long hair. A few of the
younger ones, mostly the ones in the button up shirts, had short hair. The
contrast was striking. He noticed that there were all kinds of chairs, from
folding sling canvas to tree stumps or logs that people perched on as they
smiled and joked with each other. He noticed that the chairs were used mostly
by the parents and grandparents. The younger folks all stood or found a log to
lean against. He noticed that there were no loud radios and even the
conversations were quietly exchanged. A single small building that appeared to
be made of mud or mud like bricks was near the fire. Ty could see smoke rising
from the fire within. He could feel the heat from the fire outside, even at the
distance he was from it. He listened to the drums, as they beat out a rhythm
that was slower than his racing heart. It was constant and rhythmic and
actually soothing to Ty.

Cheytan walked up to them
smiling. "You made it! I'm so glad you all came. Please, make yourselves
at home. There are picnic tables with food, eat. Ty and Nick started to turn
towards the food when Cheytan placed a hand on Ty's shoulder. "YOU, might
want to wait until after the ceremony. IT gets pretty hot in the lodge and if
you eat first, it can be an unpleasant experience." He looked at Oggie and
smiled, "I'm gonna steal him for a little bit. I want this to be as
special for Ty as it is for us. So we are even observing the proper dress code
and Ty just hasn't got the right wardrobe on yet. Even Grandfather is dressed
for the occasion. I don't know how that old man tolerates the heat in there but
he seems to thrive on it. After we go into the lodge, it's grandfather's show
and since this hasn't happened before, at least, not in MY lifetime, I don't
know how long we'll be in there. But once we come out, we will all smoke with
the family, you'll get cleansed with sage and then we'll all get shitfaced.
Well, that last part is my idea. So go, save us some food. I'm already
starving." Cheytan smiled as he took Ty to a small building across the
street.

Ty was very quiet, his
heart again racing as Cheytan, his arm draped over Ty's shoulders walked with
him silently towards the small building. Before they went in, Cheytan stopped
him before the door. "Hold on a minute." Ty watched as he walked over
to a little table near the door and picked up a sea shell and pulled some kind
of weed from an old potato chip tin that looked like it had sat in the weather
for years. The rusted sides still showed the remnants of the label that was
painted on it years before. Cheytan pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit
the weed in the shell on fire and then quickly blew it out. It smoldered and
Cheytan blew softly at the embers as he reached near the top of the door
without even looking where his hand was going and took a large feather that had
a leather loop tied to it, off an old rusty nail. This is sage Ty. We believe
it is cleansing and I'm going to say some things and use the feather to cleanse
your spirit with the smoke from the sage. We believe that fire renews the earth
and we too are cleansed with its smoke so just stand still for a few
moments." Cheytan blew again on the sage in the shell and chanted as he
used the feather to push the smoke over Ty. Ty breathed in slowly, both out of
curiosity and also because if it was cleansing; he figured it couldn't hurt to
believe that maybe it would help him wash away some of his old life too.

As he stood there listening
to Cheytan chant and felt the rhythm of the drums once again, he became calmer.
The drummers were beating out a beat that was soft and slow. Like that of a
calm heart. Cheytan finished and returned the shell to the table, using his
fingers to tap out the few remaining embers. "Come on in. This is
grandfather's home." Cheytan said to Ty as he held open the screen door
after pushing the inside door open.

Ty walked in smelling the
tobacco and leather that permeated the very essence of the building. Cheytan
pointed to the living room, take off your clothes and put them on the couch.
I'll be back in a minute." Ty stripped down to his boxers and socks and
was sitting on the couch when Cheytan walked back in with something in his
hands. He stopped and looked at Ty. "I said strip! We have a whole outfit
for you to wear." He handed Ty a piece of soft leather and what looked
like a long leather shoe lace. Ty took it from him and looked at it.

"What's this?"

Cheytan smiled a broad
smile, "Think of it as a native American Tuxedo." Ty's eyes grew
large, there's more, right?"

Cheytan grinned, "Fun?
You bet. Clothes? Afraid not. See back in the day, we all ran around pretty
much naked except a piece of leather over our jewels and that was to protect
our junk as we ran away from the white man through the bushes. So if you think
about it, the white man is the reason we're all wearing clothes today."
Cheytan took the leather tie away from him and threaded it through some slits
along the top of the leather piece and then reached around Ty and tied it
around his waist. The leather piece went across Ty's hip when Cheytan finished
tying it. Ty just looked at his stuff and then wide eyed at Cheytan.
"Well, you can slide it around your waist to cover up anything you want."
Cheytan was trying not to laugh at the moment.

The leather lay heavily
against his boy-joy and it liked the bounce of the leather as Ty moved. It
thickened and rose slightly against its firm covering. Trying to draw attention
away from the fact that the leather was not laying as flat as it should, Ty
drew a half smile on his face and he twisted his butt around towards Cheytan
and looked over his shoulder at his bare buns. "Uh, aren't we like
missing half or something?"

Cheytan shrugged,
"Never ran backwards through the brush, you might run into a tree. Look
you guys haven't been dressed up there for nearly two weeks. And now you're
suddenly shy?"

"Well, ya, see I knew
everyone there and here there are a lot of women and girls and," Ty
blushed, "really hot looking guys." Cheytan smiled and lifted the
front of the leather to expose his strength.

"You got nothing to be
ashamed of there Ty. It's just the right size for you."

"Thanks but I'd rather
that everybody out there didn't know it."

Cheytan sat down on the
couch next to Ty and the smile left his face and was replaced with the serious
look of a father. "Ty, we are different than the white man. We are all
family here. Every child listens to every mother. Every woman out there is a
mother to every child. Every man, is brother to every other. We don't have our
family and your family. We only have family. When one is hungry they are fed.
When one is hurt, everyone helps. These are about to be your people; your
family. When it's cold, some families move into one of the larger buildings.
It's easier to feed and tend to a large family. Many hands make for light work.
There are no walls or doors inside; just a lot of people sleeping on bedrolls; babies
playing in the corner. You may see people changing or making love in the open.
Mothers nursing babies in the open and when a child is born, the world gathers
round to watch the miracle of birth. In the summer you will see a lot of kids
running around here in less and boys chasing girls like you are right now, standing
tall. There is no shame in the body. No embarrassment in showing it. Be proud
of your youth, your virility, your body. We look upon it as having one more
strong family member that will be there to help when the call is made."
Cheytan smiled, "You're about to be my brother."

"Come on; let's go get
you a name." Ty's golden round mounds shifted and dimpled as he walked
hand in hand with his brother back towards the group. Nick was watching for him
and ran to meet them. His eyes took in the low riding leather and he just froze
and swallowed as he took in the beautiful boy before him. He adjusted himself,
"Damn." He stopped to swallow again. Then his eyes glanced to
Cheytan's momentarily. "Hey Cheytan, does he get to keep that?" He
adjusted again and it was clear that no further adjustment would be necessary.
Ty smiled and wrapped his arms around Nick and kissed him. Nick looked around
nervously. Ty stopped walking still holding Nick's hand. Nick looked around to
see who might have seen and what, if any their expressions might be. Ty tugged
on his hand drawing his eyes to his, "Hey, don't worry about it; they're
all family."

Cheytan lightly slapped his
shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Come on Ty. Grandfather waits." They
walked up to the lodge and stopped at the door. A young brave in shorts and no
shirt walked up to them and said something to Cheytan and he responded in the
native language. The brave walked over to the door and picked up a hollowed out
piece of wood and he crumbled up sage in it and lit it blowing it out again.
The pungent smoke rolled up from the wood as the brave produced another feather
and chanted as he dusted the three of them with the smoke of the sage. Ty
noticed that the drummers suddenly picked up the beat. He thought it was funny
how it always seemed to match the heartbeat he was feeling. All eyes were on
him. Or the back of him anyways. As he glanced around he saw mothers smiling an
evil little smirk as they stared at his firm boy mounds. Ty was glad it was
dark and that the campfire helped hide his blush. He kept his hands folded
holding his leather down in the front. Cheytan looked at Nick. "You can
come in Nick, but it is really hot in there and you won't be able to leave once
the ceremony starts. So if you go in, you're there until it is over. Even if we
have to wake you up when it's done."

Nick's eyes widened,
"Can I? I mean, I won't be in the way or anything?"

"You're welcome to.
You're his mate."

"Wait a second."
Nick stepped over to the side and peeled off his shirt and kicked his shoes
off. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop so that he was just in his boxers
and then took Ty's hand and gave it a squeeze smiling. They entered the lodge
and it struck Ty that it was more like walking into a bread oven. It was almost
hot enough that you couldn't breathe. Ty's eyes watered.

Cheytan leaned over and
whispered, "Sit by grandfather, its cooler by the ground. You'll get used
to it. Grandfather was sitting with his wrists turned out slightly with his
hands on the knees of his crossed legs. His eyes were shut and his lips moved
as if he were saying a silent prayer. He sat with the fire to his right. Ty
started to sit beside him away from the fire but grandfather took his hand and
without stopping his chant pulled Ty around so that he was sitting facing him
with the fire to his left. He sat cross legged in front of Grandfather. The
heat of the fire was almost unbearable and Ty was grateful for the lack of
clothing. Cheytan took Nick and ushered him to sit facing the two of them and
facing the fire. Grandfather started to chant louder and rocked slightly
forward and back. The Drums became louder and faster matching Ty's own beating
drum. Ty felt the heat radiate from the fire as he started to sweat.
Grandfather's chanting was much louder and the drums seemed to sense it and
played louder as Ty's heart raced. He closed his eyes to keep the sweat from
running into them. Grandfather reached towards the edge of the fire and dipped
his finger tips in the white ash at its edge. He turned and did the same with
the left covering them both with white ash. Without looking he reached forward
and placing his finger tips lightly above Ty's eyes he pushed his hands
forwards and when his palms met his skin he pushed them up to Ty's wet
hairline. He repeated the process once more. Never opening his eyes he dipped
two fingers in the white ash again and this time drew a cross in white on Ty's
chest. Dipping in the ash again, he did as he had on his forehead, fingers
leading his palms from the cross out. Again with the left hand this time to the
right side of the cross. Dabbing his knuckles in the white ash he placed two
bent knuckles on the top tip of the cross and turned them drawing his fingers
from the center of that egg shaped circle two inches to the left.

Once again the old man
tapped his finger tips of both hands in the ash and from the lower part of the
cross he used his finger tips to follow the length downward and fanning his
fingers out produced a tail-feather look. Nick watched in amazement as
Grandfather created this image that was looking more and more like a bird. A
Phoenix, Nick thought before looking at the feathering done around Ty's eyes.
His face looked more like an owl. Grandfather placed both palms in the white
and with his index fingers and thumbs, encircled Ty's biceps, then with little
fingers tapped two places intersecting the white rings he had just created on
both arms that looked a little like feathers. Ty sat there eyes closed almost
in some kind of trance. He barely moved. Grandfather picked up a burnt branch
and rubbed the blackened charcoal between his fingers and thumbs. His eyes
opened as he darkened the eyelids of the boy and below. He used the black on
the finger tips to accent the white on his face and then used more black to
accent the Phoenix on his chest.

He scooted back to a new
place with ample ash and repeated the act more quickly on Nick and then
motioned for one of the men who brought him a small bowl with a turquoise Blue
powder in it. When he was caught up with Nick he took the blue and dipped his
finger in the bowl and accented both boys before motioning to the young man again
who brought forth another bowl much like the blue only with red and again he
used his fingers to accent both boys, all the while chanting.

He opened his eyes and
nodded to the two men by the door who both stepped outside and began to remove
boards covering wide openings at the bottom of the lodge. The cool air rushed
in cooling the room as the heat gathered itself to escape into the moonlight of
the night.

The old man started to rise
and men helped him to his feet and held him until he was steady. They helped
him out of the lodge and over near the great fire. He motioned for the boys to
come over. One on each side facing the people. Grandfather spoke loudly to the
people. "Yelo Peta Hiyakaga Wo Caje!" and turning to Nick he smiled
and spoke again. "Yelo Peta Hiyakaga Yusta Wo Caje" Cheytan moved up
and knelt beside Ty. He say's your name is "fire owl" and Nicks name
is "The one who makes Fire Owl Complete" He says you are now part of
the people. And that your family's families will add to our number. He says he
will take your names with him to the land of the spirits of our ancestors, so
they will welcome you as their own. He says, now bring me water I am
thirsty." Ty and Nick both reached over and hugged the old man and he
hugged them back smiling. A young boy brought a bowl of water to grandfather to
wash his hands. As he did, the old man turned to Ty and spoke in his tongue. Ty
smiled and said, I don't understand yet grandfather.

The boy whispered, "He
says he needs art lessons. You look like an owl not quite dead." The boy
laughed and Ty asked him if he would translate for him. "Would you tell
him that I'm happier now being a not quite dead owl, than when I was not part
of the people?"

The boy smiled and
grandfather turned and looked at Ty and spoke again. The boy stopped smiling
and got a serious look on his face, "Grandfather says your spirit has been
here before, you were always part of the people, you had just forgotten. He
said he saw the spirit of a warrior step into your shadow." The old man spoke
again. "He says, you have a cute butt too." The boy blushed.

"He did not." Ty
said blushing through a giggle.

"Ok, I added that
part. He said you have a warrior's heart." The boy blushed and took both
boys to the tables and they ate and drank. And of course, took pictures!

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My apologies for the time
lag. It has been a crazy year and although it seems to be getting better there
is still a bit of insanity about. If you are truly interested in why it has
taken so long just write and I'll tell you an unbelievable tale of truth that
is just too crazy to be made up.